Wildcard: Volume One

We talk more over dinner, and then go for a walk along the river. Everything about this woman surprises me. I reach for her hand, smiling as she closes her fingers around mine.

“It’s really pretty,” she comments. She is staring out at the lights as they twinkle against the gentle ripples of the water, but the only thing I’m staring at is her. She catches me and blushes. I smile, because I love how she blushes. She possesses a different kind of confidence, unlike anything I’ve seen before. It’s internal. Almost soulful.

“You’re staring at me,” she whispers.

“I am.” I grin. I reach over and tuck her hair behind her ear.

Her eyes meet mine as I run my fingers through her hair and cradle the back of her head. I press my lips against hers. She reciprocates, her sweet lips so soft against mine. It is every bit as amazing as I imagined it would be, and a

t the same time, I’m stunned that a kiss could feel so damn good. My head is a mess of feelings and shit.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She’s speechless as she gazes up at me. I smile and tilt her head, burying my face in the crook of her neck. The sweet scent of body wash and shampoo engulfs my senses as I run kisses down her neck. She sighs and snuggles up against my warmth.

“I should probably get you back to the hotel,” I murmur, kissing her again.

“You probably should,” she agrees. “You should also probably walk me to my room.” Her eyes gleam as she stares up at me and I smile.

“I also should probably make sure you get to bed safely,” I smirk.

**

She is undressing and we’re not even in the room yet.

She’s facing me as she walks backwards through the entrance to her suite. Laughing, I catch the jacket she tosses at me. She’s unbuttoning her shirt by the time I safely close the door behind me.

“You little exhibitionist.” I throw the jacket aside and grab hold of her.

She squeals as I kiss her neck. “God, stop, stop,” she cries, laughing. “It tickles.”

I stop and lift her face to mine, kissing her tenderly. Somewhere in the midst of our kissing she loses her shirt. I admire her slender figure, my hands sitting on the curve of her hips as I drown myself in her kiss again.

Her fingers trickle over my crotch and she smiles. Yes, I’m hard. But I’m still cautious about moving this too fast. I’ve done fast before. Hell, I’ve done everything before, except slow. The slower this goes, the longer I’ll have with her.

“Come here,” I say. I lead her into the bedroom where I sit on the edge of the bed. She stands in front of me. I run my fingers over the bare skin of her stomach. By now, all she’s wearing is a black skirt, a bra, and panties.

Well, I assume she’s wearing panties.

I reach up under her skirt and loop my fingers around the skimpy material that separates my fingers from her wetness. And oh, God, is she wet. She gasps as I slowly roll them down until they are nothing more than a pool of pale blue around her ankles. She kicks them aside and parts her legs slightly—just enough for me to run my hand up the inner side of her thigh.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I order her. She does, and I run my middle finger along her opening of her pussy. She inhales sharply. I plunge a finger inside her, slowly manoeuvring it around. I pull my finger out and lift it to my mouth, running my tongue over her juices.

“You taste so sweet. I’m addicted to your pussy,” I chuckle. She leans in and kisses me, her lips crushing against mine. She climbs onto my lap and the tip of my cock buries itself in her entrance. So fucking soft…

I groan and roll her onto the bed. If we’d stayed in that position for much longer, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.

“Still too sore?” she whispers and I nod, my mouth devouring hers. She moans as I free her breast and rub her nipple against the palm of my hand. I push her skirt up and spread her legs. She gasps as my mouth covers her pussy, my tongue sliding inside of her.

God, I am addicted. I could do this all fucking day.

I thrust a finger inside of her as I tease her with my tongue. She moans, lifting her hips off the bed. I feel her grab at my hair, her hand clenching into a fist as she pulls. I slither up her body and free her other breast, closing my mouth around her nipple, my fingers thrusting inside her as I suck.

“Oh God,” she yells.

I lift my head and meet her lips, kissing her fiercely while circling her spot. She groans, her thighs clenching together, trapping my hand between her legs. “Holy crap, oh fuck,” she cries. “Stop, stop, stop.”

She frees my hand, allowing me out. I chuckle and curve my hand around her neck, caressing her face. We kiss, our lips moulding together as she struggles to catch her breath.